Who said it was blue? When I think of
A window, it is not the colour of grapes;
Nor is it a long stretch of morning field;
Also not a nighttime movie of galaxy film.

Who said red was the colour of deep
Dungeons, not the ground far far above;
Too wrapped up in solemn holiness.
Not me or you or somebody else.

Interesting, I seep through poles there and
Another here, some static phenomenal and
Yellow-like excitement which is bouncing one
Step and two step of our corneas.